Of chipped white paint -
and quaint.
Only time could make you so -
opening and closing to let us come and go.
Creaking and squeaking to let us come to know -
the changing winds that blow
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 10:13 AM UTC
Of chipped white paint -
and quaint.
Only time could make you so -
opening and closing to let us come and go.
Creaking and squeaking to let us come to know -
the changing winds that blow
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